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About Chania

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

So, we start workin’. It’s a busy day, lots of orders comin’ in. I’m runnin’ around, tryin’ to keep up. And then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, seriously? In the middle of a rush? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a deer in headlights.

Figure 2. Uromenus annae, female from Foresta di Montes, Punta Mandra...